mars•barz

The 1 am hour is looming large.  Everyone feels the wait of the time, but perhaps it’s just me.  I picture my mental self on some hammock somewhere, anywhere, but here.  Unfortunately, my physical self is sitting in a rather uncomfortable chair at Mckeldin library.  Actually the chair never bothered me before, but now that I’m consciously thinking about my awkward leg position…I’m realizing just how uncomfortable I really am.  I’m just crying out for my bed.  gimmenow!  And yes I’ve converted back to my 2 year old self.  I was actually looking through my medical record the other day, and one of my most repeated phrases was ‘give me.’  Good girl.

My throat is scratchy.  I’ve been doing that whole swallowing trick, but it’s not working out too well.  (no jokes please!)  I KNOW everyone understands what I mean…when you swallow, you’re basically trying to scratch your throat by bringing the areas within your throat closer together.  Anyways, it’s not working and I’ve already had 3 cough drops.  I’m sure medical professionals say that you shouldn’t have more than 3 cough drops an hour.  I’m playing naiive; I just popped in another cough drop.  OH THE FAST RELIEF!  yessshhhh

I’m going to New York this weekend.  Ordinarily, I would be extremely excited, but the idea of my finals looms greater than the 1 am hour.  The thought of NY makes me think about the paper I’ve been trying to write.  DAMN YOU TECHNOLOGY AND MAKING PROCRASTINATION SO EASY.  *calms down*  So while I’m in New York, I’ll be finding a place to call ‘home’ and I’ll finally meet my lovely roommates.  I actually really like house searching, especially when the homes include dark rooms and jacuzzi’s.

Anyways, I’m cutting this entry short.  I just wanted really wanted to write…if you know what I mean.